Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

A pause, and a nod, is all he recieves in return for the offer of commiserating, and that is enough. 
There are things that he did in his past, things done to him, that he only just was able to share with others- and only a few certain others, that knew his pain. This one, small and delicate and easily frightened, could never possibly know the shadows of his past. 

Her flinch matches his and his heart swells again...and there, her touch. He leans into it, a hum settling deep in his throat, and he casts a look at her, cautious, curious. He's never courted a female before, and feels exposed; uncertain. 

All too soon she pulls away and he's left wanting, following eagerly after her. 
"I've never had a home, really. Not one that was necessarily good. I grew up in a meadow on the edge of a forest. It was beautiful. Then...uh...Black Cliffs happened...and I traveled for a bit...and Found the Nightwalkers and it's....ok I guess."